"This is it?" said Cynthia, her wide hazel eyes peering into the long, slightly cramped hotel room. It was dimly lit. The view from the door was not very promising. The slim brown-haired beauty frowned and gestured at the air, as if to say, what the fuck?
"Move," commanded Allie, leading the other girls, Beth and Emma, into the little "foyer" that contained a closet, a place to put your shoes, a counter with a dinky coffee machine, the door to the bathroom, and the entryway to the rest of the room. It was tricky getting through it with each of them navigating a rolling overnight case. Cynthia reluctantly followed them inside, completing the traveling quad of cheerleaders, and shut the door.
Beth glanced around, surveying the two queen beds, and noted the vertical blinds and blackout drapes open at the end of the room. She felt a bit homesick. Beth was very attached to the dorm room she shared with her roommates Jenn and Ashley, and this was the first night she had spent away from them this semester.
Beth strolled past the long TV console and desk combo that stretched along the entire right hand side of the room to the window, casually running her fingers along its edges. The fine-featured All-American girl looked outside, blinking her round blue eyes. It was dark and cloudy, but the streetlamps brightly lit the big expanse of parking lot, access road, and the busy interstate highway beyond.
"Come on, it's not so bad," she offered to the other girls, mentally pushing her own homesickness away. Her blonde ponytail bounced cheerfully as she turned around. "It's got a nice... well... it's got a view."
Emma shyly leaned against the wall near the entrance, saying nothing, taking in everything with her quiet violet eyes. The unassuming but striking girl, who sported long blue-black hair braided in a queue, glanced at Beth and smiled weakly.
It was late at night. They had disembarked the team bus, and Ted, one of the assistant coaches of the university football team, had accompanied the four cheerleaders into the lobby of this Doubletree hotel. He quickly checked them in at the front desk and got them key cards for the room. Each of the girls got their own, signature, warm chocolate chip cookie that the Doubletree chain is known for (and promptly devoured them). After making sure they had breakfast vouchers for the hotel restaurant, delivering a few quick, half-hearted instructions to be good ambassadors for the school, and also promising that the team would return with the bus tomorrow morning after breakfast, he abandoned them and rushed back onto the bus, which pulled away as soon as he got back on.
This was of course, all new procedure, for the team's reduced cheerleading squad to stay at a completely different hotel than the football team, on road trips. The university's board had quite a few hard-core Christian evangelicals on it, who had puritanical views on fraternization between the amped-up perpetually horny football players and the hot, lithesome cheerleaders that accompanied them on road trips. So they had instituted new policies that separated the girls from the team. These new rules came down simultaneously with sweeping budget cuts to the athletic department that necessitated reducing the away game cheerleading contingent from the usual 16 girls to a mere token representation of 4.
It all sucked donkey balls.
The women settled in. Allie and Cynthia, who were usually inseparable, claimed the bed by the window. They were best friends, though you wouldn't know it from how they insulted each other incessantly. It was good-natured ribbing though, a zippy banter that never really let up. Cynthia leaped onto the bed and landed on her back, bouncing and letting her straight honey-brown hair splay out on the pillows. Allie threw her shoulder bag at her, and Cynthia narrowly deflected it, sticking her tongue out at her. Allie arched an eyebrow, reached behind her head, and fluffed her curly platinum blonde hair - along with her striking gray eyes, her look was commanding and a touch cruel. Allie demanded attention - and obedience. She slipped her short jean jacket off her shoulders and tossed it onto the desk chair.
That left Beth and Emma to take the other bed.
"Well," said Beth, grinning, "I guess we get to cuddle up tonight, Em."
Emma blushed. She didn't know any of the girls well - it was her first year on the cheerleading squad. Beth was a sophomore.
"Hey, I'm just kidding," said Beth, reaching out and lightly grabbing Emma's hand. Emma flinched slightly at the unfamiliar touch but acquiesced almost instantaneously. Beth was incredibly disarming. "It's gonna be fine."
They plopped their suitcases on the mattress and opened them to take out their toiletries. Meanwhile, Allie moved past them and went to the bathroom. Cynthia turned on the TV to a late-night show in progress and promptly ignored Beth and Emma.
Beth pulled a silky pink camisole out of her suitcase, with matching booty shorts, laying them out on the mattress. There was only about three feet between her side of the bed and the wall, so she shrugged, turned to face the wall, crossed her arms at the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. She tossed it on the floor and then reached behind her back to pop her bra off as well.
Emma surreptitiously watched her do this as she continued rummaging through her open suitcase. Her hands, however, slowed as she glanced at Beth's smooth, lovely back and slim shoulders. Emma's glance turned into a stare as Beth hooked her thumbs into her jeans, bent over away from Emma and pushed them down to the floor, along with her panties. She admired the blonde girl's shapely, round butt cheeks and muscular thighs. All too quickly, Beth stepped out of her jeans and stepped into her pink, flimsy booty shorts, straightening up with them on. She reached behind her head and undid her ponytail, letting her shoulder-length blonde hair fall freely.
Looking down at her suitcase again, Emma pulled out her black satin nightie with a pang of dismay. It was also a bit too flimsy, and she regretted not picking something less revealing for her first overnight trip with these new girls. She had just tossed it into her suitcase without thinking, because that's the type of thing she usually wore to bed in her private dorm room. Her family was quite wealthy, and they had successfully applied to have her live in one of the few, more expensive, single rooms.
Beth had put on her top and laid herself on top of the covers now, on her side of the bed, and propped her head up with one hand. She regarded Emma with a smile.
"That looks nice. Is that lace trim around the neckline?"
Emma blushed, bunching the nightie up in her hands. "Yeah, thanks. It is," she murmured. "I'm just going to step... out there," gesturing to the now darkened foyer. Allie had turned off the light there when she went to the bathroom.
Wait, what? Beth wondered why Emma had blushed at the innocent compliment. Hmm. Was there something here to investigate? Beth had never had good "gay-dar" before, but that had all changed recently. She'd learned a lot in the past few months, having started a torrid affair with her two roommates, Jenn and Ashley. It was going great - the sex was spectacular, and they'd kept a relaxed, loving but natural atmosphere. Beth had been sort of... realigned. She had found herself noticing the cute girls around campus a lot more intently. And Emma was certainly cute. Stunning, really. Could she also be... interested?
Meanwhile, Emma grabbed her toiletry bag, and her nightie, and backed awkwardly around the corner and into the foyer. In the dark, she stripped down. She hung her close-cut quilted jacket on a doorknob, then slipped one shoulder out of her patterned mini dress. She slipped it down and off, onto the floor. Then off came her bra and panties, so that she was buck naked for a moment. She reached for her nightie where she had set it down.
Abruptly, Allie opened the bathroom door and stepped out, having finished her bathroom routine. Emma gasped, naked in the glow of light from the bathroom, and clutched her nightie to her bosom.
Allie raised her eyebrows, grinned, then darted forward to slap Emma playfully on the bum. Emma yelped.
"Well look at you and your rockin' bod, new girl. Nice ass!"
Allie winked, and moved quickly through the foyer to save Emma from further embarrassment.
Emma hurriedly slipped her nightie over her head and let it shimmy down over her goose pimpled body. She ducked into the washroom and washed up for bed.
When she was done, Emma went back to her bed and crawled under the covers. Beth, who was laying on top of the covers on the other side of the bed, was reading her Kindle. But she flicked her eyes over Emma's nightie-clad body as the girl shimmied in, trying to do it casually so that Emma wouldn't notice. But Emma did notice. It was a short nightie, so she was quite self-conscious - Emma's long, slender thighs were mostly exposed.
The other girls took their turns in the washroom without further incident.
